Attitude Problem

Three

Nassiah

  I've been working here a week maybe, I mean  I had nothing else to do but fuck bitches from here and there- trust me I did that too, I walked into the shop rubbing my face not hearing my uncle yell which meant maybe it would be a good day.

  "You're not late, good job" I looked up and saw Alonzo cleaning his station. "Even though you look like shit" he added making me mug him- rude ass. I see him all week,  not only all week but than when I went to chill with Quees he was there to - before me. I mean sure he doesn't have any friends but lord please can I take a break from him?

  I sat in my chair  and rubbed my face once again, my uncle walked in notice I was here and sent me a smile before turning the sign around and going back into his office. I had a hangover, I tried yet fucking litt on a Sunday and now I was bent on Monday.  I smacked my lips together being parched and groaned slightly. "Yoo lemme get something to drink" I called out and Alonso ain't look up which was extremely rude- he knew he had a sprite over there.

"Yooo- milk dud" I called his head came up and he mean mugged me

"Nah you can be thirsty cause you ain't finna be talking to me like that" he said calmly, this nigga.

"Ii my fault, lemme waterfall your drink" I asked he looked at me for a long time before smacking his fat lips together.

"You better ain't have no std or nothing" he said and I mugged the fuck out of him-

"Man I don't be putting my dick I'm everything watch your mouth" I added, this nigga had some nerve: my dick ain't never burned before so I'm not bout to make it.

"Alright - don't ode on my shit either with your yellow ass" he mumbled as he handed me his sprite. I took a waterfall of it than smacked my lips together and letting out a refreshing sigh.

"Oh you blessed homedog- I owe you one. Next time you wanna have a good time hit my line" his face only scrunched up.

"Ion smoke or nothing" he said flatly

"Oh, you a boring person- what you do for fun than?" I asked and he shrugged. "Drink?"

"I like Bacardi but I sip that daily shit ain't to get drunk" he said smoothly, he better stop drinking cause right now his voice was smooth like water. He could sound like terry from the smoking commercial real quick.

"Lemme guess- you be taking everything under the sun" he asked

"Use to, jail cleanse you up" I mumbled I wasn't one to hide shit I did, it's not my body- if I did it; I did it. Niggas he out here pussy over drugs and shit.

"You killing yoursef slowly, but you in the street lifestyle,so a bullet will probably find you before your body gives out" he spoke as if he was teaching me- as if I should listen to what he was saying and take it to heart- ii mother fucking god.

"Shit happens" I replied dryly- I looked at my phone, I should've been late this is ridiculous.

"You a funny ass nigga" he said sitting in his chair, another boy walked in and dapped him up .

"Who this?" The nigga asked pointing to me- oh hell I should've killed him right there I put my hand over my strap through my pants ready blam if he asked another question- like nigga who is you not me, don't worry about me.

"That's Keem nephew, the one Quees always talking bout- just got out of jail" Alonso said telling my business all out in the open- should've shot him.

"Oh wassup man I'm Ari" he said turning to me. I just looked at him

"Man you better be nice Ian give you my sprite so you can be bitter" Alonso said looking at me, I side eyed him- he took his hands on either side of his face and pressed his own cheeks up